by Dani Stowe
Chapter 5
Orphelius
Once the harlot, Kumiko, agreed to our arrangement, I took her to an inn.
“Let me get this straight, you’re a whore, but you’ve never made love to anyone except one man—your lord?” I asked.
“Love?” she giggled. “That is not part of the arrangement. My lord and I do not make love.”
“He just fucks you.”
She giggled again. “No, Master Mayhem. I fuck him, as I’m trained to please him.”
I gulped as she seemed to gain some confidence—standing straight and quickly stripping and dropping her silk robes to the ground, exposing her bare naked body with small taut breasts and a bushel of fine black hair between her legs that should’ve instantly made me go hard, but I was not. I noticed Kumiko had more bruises, particularly one to her rib that looked as though it must’ve really hurt.
“Why then,” I choked, “if you are trained to please him, does he beat you?”
She did not answer right away. Instead, she bit her lip and focused her attention on the buttons of my shirt as she undid each one with her fingertips starting at my neck. “My lord does not beat me while we are in bed together—only afterward.”
I gulped again. “He must enjoy the time you spend in bed together if he’s willing to hire a bodyguard to protect you.”
“He does.”
“But he still hits you.”
“Unfortunately, he enjoys that, too.”
My face twitched. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. Of course, I liked to spank and smack a woman until she was screaming while I pounded her with every forceful thrust of me—fully penetrating her, deep and hard, but that’s to also add to her pleasure. It’s her pleasure that made me want to crawl up inside her and fill her with every ounce of my hot cum as she peaked. Yes, it was the two of us, coming together, that got me off. “Do you enjoy the time you spend with your lord in bed?”
She chuckled, “I enjoy the time I have with myself.”
I almost felt sorry for Kumiko’s lord. He had no idea what he was missing out on and I felt an urge, an urge to please her. I wanted to give her what I believed she was missing.
Kumiko’s dainty fingers resumed tugging lightly at the buttons of my shirt and when she reached my navel, I could feel my pulse quicken and my manhood begin to swell. I looked to the bruise again at her rib and softly ran the pad of my thumb over the discolored skin. The urge disappeared.
I gripped her hands and pulled them away. “I shouldn’t do this.”
Kumiko gasped as I took a step back and began to refasten the buttons, but she slipped her hands under the edges of my shirt and wrapped her bare arms around my back. “Master Mayhem, let me please you. I want to please you. Let us not talk of my lord any further and let me give you your reward. No one will know. You will feel no shame.”
“I’m not ashamed. I just don’t want to hurt you any more than you already are.”
Kumiko’s eyes were large and round as she clung tighter around my chest, her chin resting on my sternum, and looking up at me. “I know you don’t want to hurt me. That is why I want to please you. You are different. You will be different for me.”
“Different?” I ran my fingers through her silky black hair. She swayed slightly under my touch and I could feel hot steam float up from her open mouth. “You want different?”
I picked her up. She was as a light as a feather, being so frail and so petite. It was as if her lord not only beat her but also starved her.
I moved Kumiko to the small bed, sitting her upright on the edge. I freed myself of my pants, kicking them after they came down, and brought the head of my cock, swollen hard, towards her face and I stroked her hair.
She looked down at my long, thick, solid member staring at her—the tip nearly touching her lips. “If you want me to take your snake into my mouth, I will Master Mayhem. But that is not much different than what I’m used to. You are bigger.” She coughed with a choke. “Much bigger. But I—”
“I want you to tell me what you want,” I interjected.
“Huh?” She looked almost shocked.
Squatting between her legs then kneeling on the floor, I ran my hands along her inner thighs. “Tell me what you want.”
She shook her head, blushing. “You are asking what I want?”
“Yes,” I smiled. “Just tell me.”
She said nothing so I nuzzled her nipple with the tip of my nose and she giggled until I latched onto her teat. Her nipple hardened in my mouth and she gasped while I sucked on it.
I paused, thinking perhaps this was still not so different than what she was used to, but she pulled my head tighter to her breast with both hands. My hands traced up her thighs, my fingers leading, until the tips pushed firm between her slick folds. I let one set of fingers lay against her entrance while the other set found her nub. She arched her back as I began to rub her with both sets of firm and flat fingers. Quickly, my fingers at her opening became soaked, near drowning, but I kept them afloat, avoiding the plunge into her body because I wanted to give her something different, something I’m sure her master did not. I wanted her to experience ecstasy—ecstasy that comes before the peak. The ecstasy of my own fine skills. The ecstasy of me.
Except, ecstasy wasn’t enough. “Master Mayhem?” She grabbed my chin and pulled my head up so my eyes could meet hers. “Do you know how to...,” she cocked her head sideways, “make love?”
My hands were still rubbing her as I chuckled. “Is that not what we are doing now?”
She sighed. Her chin dropped and I stopped, withdrawing my hands, to question her. “Is that what you want? You want me to make love to you?”
“I always believed there might be a difference between what I feel with my lord and what I might feel if I was in love. Is there a difference?”
“I don’t know,” I said embarrassingly. “I’d never really considered it.”
“So, you’ve never been in love?”
I swallowed hard. “No.”
“Hmm,” she sighed with disappointment. “I guess that’s not something you could offer me.”
My manhood seemed to be slipping from me and I felt like I had to do something about it. “I think I could try,” I grinned, “make love to you, I mean.”
Her face brightened. “How so? Shall we pretend that we are in love?”
“I don’t think we have to pretend. Honestly, I think people in love have sex rather boringly, laying flat on top of one another while holding each other in a tight embrace and perhaps with more kissing.”
“Will you hold me then?”
The question had a strange effect. I felt a flutter in my gut. I had suddenly become an inexperienced child about to partake in something peculiar, yet exciting. I’d pleased many women, as they pleased me, but never had I attempted to make love to a woman. Not genuinely, anyway.
“Come,” I said and crawled onto the bed. She followed to lay next to me and face me. I pulled her in tight and lifted her long hair away from her face and I kissed her.
“Tighter,” she said as she tugged on my arms, so I squeezed. But she was not content. “If you loved me, would you not squeeze even tighter?”
In truth, I did not want to crush her. “I only have two arms but maybe...” I climbed on top and got between her legs, “if you embrace me as well.”
She wrapped her arms and legs tight around my torso and squeezed. The whole thing should’ve seemed trivial—the simple squeeze of our warm embrace, but it was quickly becoming more complex than what it seemed.
“Is that tight enough for you?” she asked—her breath in my neck, her thighs clenched at my waist, and the head of my cock magically resting at her entrance.
I could not contain myself! I thrust up inside her.
“Ah fuck, it’s tight!” I exclaimed.
In the moment, I knew I was supposed to be making love to her. That’s what she asked for, but the walls of her cunt wrapped tight around my cock made me wan
t to fuck her. I squeezed her as tight as I could, wrapping my arms under her back as I fucked her hard until she let out a moan so deep and so loud, I knew she was coming.
I couldn’t believe it at first until her pussy began to pulsate tensely around my shaft forcing me to let go of her, lean up, and pull on her hips to fuck her so I could get deeper and go harder until I came.
Guilt washed over me and I felt shame. She wanted love and I fucked her. I couldn’t help it! I couldn’t control myself. She turned me on so much.
I thought of her lord, but, even then, I knew I was not like him. I by no means wanted to beat her. I wanted to beat myself for not having any control.
“You must take me back now, Master Mayhem,” she said throwing her legs past me and to the side of the bed.
I didn’t want to take her back though I didn’t know why at the time. Maybe because I felt like I floundered. It was ludicrous—feeling like I had failed a whore. A whore! It didn’t matter. I thought about what might await her if I should take her back and I wasn’t ready to let her go. Not to mention, the whole thing seemed to be ending too quickly.
I felt as if I was begging. “Why don’t you stay here for the night?”
She picked up her silk robes. “You know I cannot do such a thing.”
“I don’t think you should go back.”
She fumbled with the robes until she got them on, straightening a big bow to her back. “I must go back now, Master Mayhem, or my lord will be suspicious.”
I sat at the edge of the bed watching her pin up her hair. “Maybe I could be your new lord. Maybe you could come stay with me on my ship.”
“My lord has great power and wealth. It is not funny to joke about such a thing. It would be wise for us to stop pretending we are in love.”
“I’m not joking and I’m not pretending.”
Kumiko’s eyes fell flat. “Take me back.”
I reached my hand out to her. “Look, if you don’t want to stay because you didn’t feel loved enough, I can try again. I know you wanted this to be different, so you have to give me a chance to—”
She gripped my palm and kissed the center of it. “Oh, but it was different Master Mayhem. You are different. Forever will I think upon this night. Forever will I envision my lord with your face when we are in bed and I will be comforted by the thought of your arms wrapped tight around me when he feels ashamed afterward.”
I cringed at the thought she would be thinking of me holding her as he beats her.
“Please,” she begged. “Our agreement has come to completion. I have given you your reward as you asked and I have received my own for saving my lord from your lashing. Take me back to him,” she demanded.
I reluctantly got up and got dressed. She admired me quietly and she admired my sword—the final piece to my ensemble, as I slipped it out to check it before sliding it back into the scabbard.
On the street, Kumiko scurried along hastily. I trailed behind hoping to slow her down. When we came upon a fine home in an upscale district, I escorted the lady to the rear of the home where she knocked and two women answered, speaking in whispers.
“Where have you been?” asked one as the other gripped Kumiko by the arm pulling her in. The other two maidens were quite fair—one with fiery red hair and bosoms so big she looked as though she was straining to carry them. The other was blonde, her hair in curls, with a waist so small yet a bottom so big, her figure looked as though it was the perfect hourglass, made to slow time.
Indeed, time did slow while I watched Kumiko enter the house through the servants’ quarters just as a tall and slender figure came into view. Her lord, with his graying hair slicked back and pulled into a tail behind his neck, marched straight to Kumiko, took her by the throat, and began to strangle her singlehandedly.
“Oy!” I yelled and her lord let her go to come and inspect me.
“Who are you?” he asked, bringing a candle with him to the door.
“I’ve brought your lady back. She was in distress. Her guard was killed, but I managed to disarm her attackers.”
“You are a man of our Majesty’s Navy?” he asked with a single thick gray brow raised. “Are you saying you saved her? She’s a whore, you know?”
“Yes, she told me.”
“Oh, she spoke? She will get a lashing for that. My wife, you see, she does not like me and I don’t like her either. She allows me my pets as long as they keep quiet and hidden. I pay to have them trained and I suspect you want some form of payment as well for your silence.”
I shook my head and looked back to Kumiko, catching her eye and I smiled, but she turned her head away instantly. My heart felt as though it was about to burst. “I just wanted to see the lady home safely.”
“I see,” said the lord. “Wait here.” I waited in awkward silence, each set of maiden’s eyes looking only to the floor until his lordship returned with a small purse of coins.
I did not reach up to take it. “Kind sir, this is not necessary.” I waved my hand in denial. “I thought perhaps I could call upon you one day in the near future so we may sit and share stories. You have a fine house and the ladies you host are no doubt a testament to your vast travels.” I looked to Kumiko again. Her back was towards me.
I regret the lord took notice of my spying and his faced burned red. He gripped my arm, pulling it until he had my hand and shoved the coins hard into my palm. “I don’t share stories. I don’t share anything, so take your reward and leave us.”
I tried to be calm, as I didn’t want to leave. Perhaps if Kumiko had been allowed to turn and say goodbye—make any kind of acknowledgment, I might’ve left with resolve. Instead, she kept her back to me, as did the other ladies, who were also displaying faint bruises.
“My lord,” I tried not to snicker, “I mean you no disrespect, but surely my heroics is worth some shared time between men to talk.”
Perhaps Kumiko’s lord knew I didn’t want to talk. Perhaps he knew I wished to kill him, which was why he was so eager to turn me away.
“Unfortunately sailor, I, myself, will be setting sail tomorrow. I am bound for the Americas. I have been granted passage aboard Captain Averill Porterman’s ship. Have you heard of him?”
Porterman! He’s a fat crook and a slave trader.
“Yes, I’ve heard of him.”
“Good fellow that Captain Porterman. He’s made space for both my most favorite harlots and me. Can you guess which one of these fine wenches I’ll be bringing with me to the new land?”
I didn’t have to guess. I already fucking knew. I didn’t answer.
“The Oriental,” he smiled and I glanced past him to see Kumiko still with her back to me. “Farewell...uh, I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“I am a Master at Arms. Orphelius Mayhem.”
“Ah, the infamous Master Mayhem! The walloper. Well, I’m glad you’ve brought my wench back in one piece. With your reputation, I’m surprised the poor thing did not come back ruined after having been marred, as your reputation suggests.”
“I don’t hit women.”
The lord coughed. “Yes, well, that would be a fine discussion, but since I mentioned, I don’t have time. Please accept the reward and perhaps we will run into one another one day on the high seas.”
“Perhaps,” I said and as he began to shut the door on my face, I noticed his ring. It had an odd twisted shape, which I recognized matched the scar on Kumiko’s forehead.
Fucking bootlicker!
The door shut and I stood there staring at it, for which I could not comprehend. I believe I was waiting to hear any type of commotion or screaming so I may barge through and rescue the ladies.
Instead, it was quiet. A breeze blew in from the sea and for the first time, the scent of salt and fish in my nostrils made me uneasy—soon Kumiko would be at sea. The thought disturbed me. The sea was my home. I was its lord and Kumiko would be there to ride upon it except not with me, which I felt strongly she should be.
Wallop
er. That’s what his lordship called me.
Fucker. That’s what I should’ve called him. To his face.
I laughed to myself as I turned my back to the servants’ entrance and made my way towards the grassy front and onto the dark street where I pulled out my sword to practice with it while I made my way towards the Annabelle.
Walloper. To wallop, I believed meant to beat or strike thoroughly to the point of defeat. Of all the things I’d been called, I’d never been called a walloper, but the title began to grow on me because I guess I was sort of one. I was a Master at Arms for fuck’s sake. It was my duty to strike justice whene’er I felt it necessary.
